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ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,

A finely sculpted brow arched slightly at the coy smile. "Well, aren't I just the lucky one?" Kegg was unpredictable, it was usually that fact that kept her alive. Being one of the few hit-witches in a predominately male occupation, Veronica was constantly proving her worth out on the field. While her boss usually looked down upon her as a person, he couldn't deny that Kegg was damn good at what she did. She was ruthless and relentless at her job. Impulsive was the number one thing listed in her file, but it kept her on her game. She was the type of woman to act first and ask questions later. She usually jumped the gun on making arrests, going on pure instinct rather than facts. If someone looked suspicious, nine times out of ten they were suspicious for a reason. Of course, just because she wasn't at work, didn't mean all those favorable - or unfavorable - personality traits left her. Unlike many people who worked for the Ministry, Ronnie was one of those types who didn't change her personality to fit in with the stuffy stick up the arse types she worked with.

"Mmm," She hummed softly, as she tilted her head to the side, leaning just a bit closer to him as he took a seat next to her. "No, I suppose I can't blame you. I am rather irresistible, aren't I?" A flirtatious smirk curled on her lips, as she looked at him. She decided to ignore his comment about her being a good ghost story teller, mainly because she didn't feel it was necessary to press on any further. With his lips against her own all thoughts were pushed away. Gasping slightly against his lips, the kiss came as a bit of a surprise. Something about how hungry his kiss felt against her lips sent her heart pounding in her chest. Merlin, he was a good kisser. Pressing her lips a little more firmly against his, fingers lifted to trail along his chin. That's when an idea hit her.

Dragging her fingers a little further down, she pressed firmly against his chest and pushed him back. Taking that moment to sit up, and push herself off the bed. Turning around, she wrapped her fingers into Harold's shirt and tugged him forcefully up so he would sit up. A playful grin curled on her lips, as her fingers found her wand and flicked it towards a set of speakers at the far end of the bedroom. Immediately a song began to emit from them sounding a little something like this. With a broad smirk playing across her lips, she lifted her fingers to blow Harold a kiss as her hips slowly began to sway to the music.

Was Veronica seriously about to give Harold a lap dance? It certainly looked that way, especially with the way her hips were swaying to the music. It was so rhythmic and in perfect sync to the beat. Hypnotizing and alluring, much the same way that a snake would charm it's prey. Those perfect curves and long legs drew all the attention away from her upper body and down to those hips of hers. Turning around, with her back to Harold hands moved to slide down the front of her body. Lacing her fingers into the ends of the quidditch jersey, she slowly began to inch it upwards, teasing him just slightly by lifting the top up to her waist before dropping to back down to cover over her backside once more. Hands moved up to brush through her hair, allowing it to fall down her back and sway in motion with her body.

One thing was for certain, if she was ever let go of her job as a hit-witch, she would definitely be able to make it as a dancer.